Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Gambia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Maleditus Sound,
Lungfish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lyres,
Agent Orange,
Stiv Bators,
Harry Pussy,
Carl Craig,
Funky Four + One,
ABBA,
Cheater Slicks,
Banda Bassotti,
The Vogues,
Surgeon,
Newcleus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bauhaus,
Parry Music,
Eve St. Jones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Maurizio,
the Germs,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Pop Group,
The Names,
Crime,
Fat Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Monks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
D'Angelo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Accadde A,
Simply Red,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Junior Murvin,
Jeff Lynne,
Albert Ayler,
The Toasters,
Fear,
Slick Rick,
Sun City Girls,
Joey Negro,
Freddie Wadling,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Q65,
Sällskapet,
Joensuu 1685,
Interpol,
Oblivians,
Kerrie Biddell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Television,
Marine Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Delta 5,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.